I was oblivious to the Korean-American supermarket chain H Mart, nor did I have any idea who Michelle Zauner was when I selected Crying in H Mart. It’s one of those books that intrigued me. I saw the red-covered New York Times bestseller everywhere, and I wanted to check it out. Thanks, Bookstagram! I enjoyed reading about her life in Oregon, her vacations to Asian countries, her dinners and body scrubs with her mother, her courtship and marriage with Peter—who deserves an award for being a great and supportive partner. If you’re one of the lucky ones who hasn’t been touched or affected by cancer, reading Crying in H Mart gives a peak into what it’s like being the child of someone dying from terminal cancer. It also sheds a light on someone who straddles two cultures. While she struggles to hang on to bits of it, she shares more than enough with those of us who were completely ignorant.
1. Julio Iglesias He was her favorite artist. She owned several of his records on vinyl and would sing along as she cooked and cleaned. I did too. 2. Grapefruit Her favorite fruit, which she always ate by cutting in half, sifting sugar over then scooping out the flesh with a spoon. 3. Yellow Not only did she drive a yellow Toyota, but my favorite picture is of her in a yellow dress with white polka dots. It was taken […]
No matter my chosen form of escapism, before the journey of relaxation, wonderment or suspended disbelief runs its course, I get hurled back into the reality I’m trying to forget for just a moment. I never want to forget the mother I lost to ovarian cancer when I was eight years old, but sometimes I want to disregard that feeling of permanent loss. Memories of her are fading, but like sugar crystals that have dissolved in hot tea, her essence […]
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I woke up this morning, fixed my bed, and walked over to my closet to select the day’s outfit. I chose a two-tone gray knit top, and charcoal pinstriped pants. Then I remembered tips from the countless fashion articles I’ve read and makeover shows I’ve watched and decided to add a pop of color to counter the drabness. It’s bad enough it’s a cold February day. The icy sidewalks are lined with mounds of dirty brown, black and in some […]